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I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted

Redchurch Street

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Redchurch Street

Redchurch Street is my favourite Shoreditch thoroughfare, a piss stained alley reclaimed by French cafes selling kale cupcakes and artisan toast. Unmarked galleries are everywhere and the street art is commissioned behind closed doors.

Graffiti is a hand made billboard these days – it just depends on who’s paying.

With peeling DJ stickers on lamp posts and buildings covered by scaffolding, Redchurch Street is my foremost memory of East London. Ruinenlust layered with flyers and rat droppings. The paradox that rusts continues to this day.

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